It all comes down to energy
And how the carbon too
Is balanced ‘twixt all the demand
And what can be produced.
And if those two things do not jive
You’ve dropped the ball to curb
For either you’re not steady state
Or mass is not conserved!
The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.